…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.

Dinner Fail

Kate was disappointed, and judging by the looks of everyone else around the table, so were they.

“OK”, she announced. “I’m just going to say it: This dinner is AWFUL. So I’m calling it–hand me your plates. We’re trashing this junk and getting a pizza or something.” The rest of the family immediately and happily obliged.

Later that night, Kate went fishing through the garbage for answers. She felt compelled to take another look at the directions on the box she’d used to make the failed dinner. She was almost positive she’d followed them correctly, but the result was so inedible she was now second-guessing herself.

She finally found the box and scanned over each step. It looked like she had, in fact, followed each one exactly as written.

But then she turned the box over and it all made sense. She’d been so rushed at the grocery store earlier that evening she had picked up the wrong brand of dinner mix. Kate was staring at an empty box of Hamburger Hindrance.

So that explained all that.

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2 thoughts on “Dinner Fail

  1. Allison on said:

    Couldn’t be any worse than Hamburger Helper!!

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